Amor sat quietly on the cold bench inside her prison cell. Her hands rested on her lap as her eyes stared at the iron bars in front of her. She had been thinking about her daughter Sonia the whole night. She couldn’t sleep. Every hour, she wondered where Sonia was, what she was doing, if she was safe or not.
A police officer came and stood by the bars.
Amor slowly stood up. “Can I have five minutes? I want to call my sick mother.”
The police officer nodded. “Alright. Five minutes only.”
Amor followed him out of the cell. He handed her an old cellphone. She quickly dialed a number—but it wasn’t her mother she was calling. She called Dr. Karina instead.
“Hello?” Karina answered after the second ring.
“Karina… it’s me, Amor,” she whispered.
“Amor?” Karina’s voice sounded surprised. “Ar
